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"Bang!"
The iron fist of the Bald Man, steaming with white vapor, struck against the Shield, causing ripples in the air. The Shield was unbreakable, and the Bald Man could not penetrate it.
"Damn it! This is some kind of defensive weapon of yours, right? Let's see how long you can hold out!"
After a series of attacks, the Bald Man saw through Ming Lin's tactics. He realized that he did not have an offensive means to match the Shield; Ming Lin was not hiding his strength but possessed some kind of super strong defensive weapon.
Thinking this, the Bald Man's greedy gaze roamed over Lin's body, seemingly trying to figure out where Lin had hidden his defensive weapon.
Hmph, no rush. Once this yellow monkey is dead, all his weapons will be mine!
That knife looks pretty good too; it should sell for a decent amount.
At this moment, the Bald Man was certain that Lin would lose. He had even begun to calculate how to make a fortune off Lin's body.
"Two..."
Inside the Shield, Lin's expression was grim. He stared at the Bald Man in front of him, his mind racing to find a way to turn the tide of battle.
The Shield only had two more defensive chances left before it would shatter; he needed to come up with a solution quickly.
The shop was basically no help to him now; he had less than a thousand Hero Coins left. If he chose again, he could only select another Shield to hold out for a while, which clearly wouldn't be very meaningful.
Other weapons were unlikely to be effective against the Bald Man; the gap was too large. A one-level difference couldn't be easily compensated for with items.
"Is it time to gamble?"
A strange light flickered in Lin's eyes as he gritted his teeth, already having made a decision in his mind.
"Bang!"
The energy shield was attacked again, leaving only one defense left.
Divine Sight activated!
Golden light burst from Lin's eyes as he pierced through all obstacles, clearly seeing the path of Bald Man's Qi Meridians.
White Inner Strength surged within Bald Man, each surge indicating his next move. Lin Ke relied on this to anticipate the direction of his Inner Strength and predict his attack method.
This was the true purpose of Divine Sight. The ancient clan was powerful not just because of their ability to see through things, but because they could utilize this skill to its fullest extent.
"Bang!"
The energy shield shattered completely, and the shockwave generated by the collapsing energy blew away the surrounding snow, forming a circle with a diameter of one meter.
The shield was broken, but Lin remained calm. The Golden Light in his eyes faded completely. In that brief moment, he had already seen the operational path of Bald Man's Inner Qi.
The old force had dissipated, and the new force was just beginning. The white Inner Qi was once again directed towards his right arm.
His eyelids slowly closed, and the figure of Bald Man vanished from his sight. The sounds around him faded away as Lin entered a state of self-forgetfulness.
Ink Projection activated!
The long-awaited Ink Projection reappeared, taking a new angle as it descended into Lin's mind like a divine presence!
Ink Projection could not only be used for cooking; through exploration during this time, Lin discovered that it could be used for many other things.
The calculations of data, the estimation of possible developments in situations, tracking animals while calculating their escape routes, and most importantly, predicting enemy attacks.
In an extremely brief moment, Lin Ke increased his judgment of enemy behavior by collecting data, including contact during battles and the operation of his Inner Strength through his perception skills.
For example, regarding the Bald Man in front of him, he was seventy percent confident that the calculated results would align with his actions.
With only three seconds left, Lin opened his eyes again; he had already computed the results.
At this moment, the Bald Man opposite him had raised his metallic fist. The damage to the energy shield made him exceedingly proud, his mouth wide open, revealing sharp teeth.
Lin's head was slightly lowered, long hair obscuring his face, making it difficult to discern his expression. It could be vaguely seen that the corners of his mouth seemed to lift.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The clothing on Lin's body moved unnaturally, as if inflated like a balloon. This was due to the explosive Inner Strength forming an energy buildup on his surface.
Starburst, the only martial art associated with Star Refinement Magic Art, is not entirely classified as martial arts. This method carries the characteristics of Star Refinement Magic Art; it is a triggering martial art that instantly detonates Inner Strength.
It relates to Inner Strength and has connections to martial arts, making it difficult to categorize accurately.
One thing is certain: this martial art possesses a magical quality that instantly ignites Inner Strength within him. With Lin's current Inner Strength, he could only maintain this high-energy state for five seconds.
What does these five seconds represent?
It signifies that Lin's power would increase exponentially during this time. His strength within these five seconds could not be measured by interstellar levels; the magnitude of change was too great and too unstable.
Whether he lives or dies depends on how well he utilizes these five seconds.
"Boom!"
Lin's clothes were completely torn apart, and the fragments danced in the air. Surrounding him was an orange-red flame burning fiercely. The concentration of this Inner Strength suggested that his power had likely surpassed level 5, though it was hard to tell for sure; after all, this was merely the surface.
The Bald Man's expression changed drastically. His Fist Momentum had already taken shape as he charged toward Lin. He wanted to stop, but it was too late.
With a face as cold as ice, Lin began the pose he had rehearsed.
He lowered his head and twisted his neck, easily dodging the Bald Man's straightforward Fist Momentum. One second passed.
The fear in the Bald Man's eyes intensified. He forcibly halted his advancing Fist Momentum and began to slow down the roaring Alloy Prosthetic.
Raising his knife and shaking his wrist, he initiated the Left-Handed Blade technique. Inner Strength surged wildly into his left hand as another second passed.
The Bald Man had completely stabilized his stance. He retracted his right arm while raising his left hand, white energy continuously swirling around it, the sound of pistons operating was deafening. He understood that Lin was going all out; he had to do everything he could to protect himself.
He raised his head, locking onto the Bald Man's chest cavity, leaning forward as the Left-Handed Blade infused with Inner Strength struck toward the Bald Man's chest!
The Bald Man had firmly steadied himself. His right arm retracted and operated with high efficiency, crossing behind his left arm to block the incoming Left-Handed Blade.
"Sizzle!" The high-pitched sound pierced through the air.
The Left-Handed Blade was unleashed faster than ever before; all the techniques merged into a single line, a silver blade seemed to tear through space as it rushed toward the Bald Man.
In an instant, the silver light vanished without a trace, yet the Bald Man remained standing there. His crossed arms continued to spew white energy, and the sound of pistons roared on.
"Crack crack crack!"
But in the next moment, his arms suddenly broke at the elbows, and with a "whoosh," white steam burst out, melting the surrounding snow and scattering various precision parts everywhere!
"Damn it!"
The Bald Man shouted, furious that the Alloy Prosthetic he had bought at great expense was destroyed just like that.
"Bang!"
The Bald Man was livid, leaping into the air and splashing the surrounding snow. His long legs surged forward like a mountain pressing down towards Lin.
Lin, however, showed no fear and charged forward to meet the whip kick.
"Thud!"
In the fourth second, Lin spat out fresh blood, bizarrely smiling as he fell to the ground. He had taken the Bald Man's whip kick head-on and was now being stepped on by him.
Staring down at Lin, the Bald Man's eyes were bloodshot, his bulging eyeballs seemingly about to burst; it was rage—endless rage.
With his head buried deep in the snow and the Bald Man's foot on his left cheek, Lin couldn't turn his head but glanced at the Bald Man with his peripheral vision, a sinister smile on his lips.
He smiled, blood staining his pearly teeth, as if he were a demon from the Nine Hells, feasting on flesh and blood.
In his eyes was the delight of a scheme coming to fruition.
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